Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 418

A half-hour later, at Emerald Meadows.

As soon as Maurice walked into the room, he saw Marguerite bustling about in the kitchen.

She was wearing a beige silk gown, the material draped perfectly over her figure, and the length of the gown accentuating her curvaceous form.

Maurice's eyes narrowed as he moved in to wrap his arms around Marguerite's slender waist from behind, "Are you bored? You rarely come into the kitchen."

His cool hand traced over the fabric of her dress, causing Marguerite to break out in goosebumps. She pushed him away in a panic, her face alert, "Back off!"

Maurice remained calm, advancing once more but avoiding any physical contact.

"We'll hear from our son soon," he said.

Surprises always catch you off guard.

Marguerite was initially taken aback, then disbelief set in, "Really? You're not fooling me?"

Her excitement overwhelmed her, and amidst the chaos, she accidentally knocked over the trash bin by her feet.

This is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Perseverance pays off!

Once her son was found, she vowed to stick by his side, never letting him out of her sight.

Seeing her joy, a smile spread across Maurice's face, "But if our son comes back, he wouldn't want his parents to be apart. He'd want a complete family. Marguerite, you know what I mean."

Marguerite paused, sensing that Maurice was once again bringing up marriage.

Her joy turned to indignation, her chest heaving with a sense of sorrow, "Maurice! He is your son too, how could you use him as a bargaining chip, threatening me into marrying you?"

His gaze was furious as he glared at her, his long arm wrapping around her neck, pinning her against the wall.

"Marguerite, have I been too nice to you? I warn you, don't push your luck! You know there's nothing I wouldn't do! Including sleeping with you!"

With that, Maurice's hand moved to lift Marguerite's skirt.

Marguerite was terrified, her palms sweaty, she kicked out at him, but he remained immovable, trapping her in his embrace.

"Let go of me, Maurice! Do you want to bet that if you touch me today, I'll be dead in your bed tonight!"

Maurice's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Marguerite, "I'd rather you die in my bed, I'd think less of you if you didn't!"

In the midst of their argument, the servant Nadine rushed in, her face pale with fear, "Sir, there's a call from the Winston Mansion. They said the master has broken his leg and it's caused a series of complications. You should call back right away!"